After Game Night

Note that the following story is a work of semi-fiction, or maybe "inspired by a true story." Part is 100% true, and part is fantasy, and I leave it to the reader to determine which is which. Certain details have been tweaked to protect the "innocent." By all means, send feedback along to AtlantisGuy@aol.com

After Game Night -- Part 5

It may go without saying that that Saturday sex-a-thon with Nick put me in a good mood. A mighty good mood.

Despite some residual soreness, I had a spring in my step and a swagger in my smile. Hell, I was ridiculously flirty with my wife--despite her having no idea about the cause--enough that I ended up getting lucky several times that week.

It wasn't just my wife who noticed the difference. The guys at work caught my mood, correctly guessing I was getting some particularly good action... although since I adamantly told them there was no side chick in my life, they assumed the Mrs. was just feeling frisky. We got into some rowdy banter, and I noted several were showing signs of jealousy, wishing for a little extra spice in their lives, too. I wondered what they would think if they knew I had been getting it on with a guy... or if they could even fathom just how amazing it was to get it on with a guy. I egged them on as we talked, secretly trying to probe what my work buddies' fantasies involved, just in case Nick and I wanted to try something new.

For all that, the only ones who didn't notice a change in my demeanor were the other Game Night guys. Nick and I were ridiculously scrupulous in tamping down any hint of anything going on between us. And, in truth, it helped that the crew had a long-standing, competitive history with each other. Barely were we in the door when we started busting each other's' chops. Gameplay was always harsh and unforgiving, and there was no chance for Nick and me to make puppy dog eyes at each other.

Married guys' schedules being what they are, Nick and I couldn't really find time for fun. It sucked, and was starting to build up a bit of pressure. Jerking off, watching porn, and rogering my wife helped relieve some of the pressure, but I was horned up for more. It didn't help that Nick and I saw each other weekly at Game Night--teased by having each other in reach, but not being able to act.

One stormy night we ended up in a particular ferocious battle at the game table, with me playing kingmaker and essentially giving the victory to another guy instead of Nick. Generally this wasn't a problem; we've all been on both sides of that unhappy equation. But just to be sure we were cool with things, I slid next to Nick as we both were walking to our cars and gently probed his mood. "Sorry about that last bonus tile. You set yourself up."

"Fucker," Nick replied, narrowing his eyes. "You know I'm gonna make you pay."

"Huh. Well, I know one way I could make it up to you," I said with a smirk. I grabbed his package, and started massaging. The air was heavy, and not just due to the impending downpour.

Nick looked over his shoulder and gave a nervous laugh. "Buck, we can't...."

"Don't drive off yet," I hissed hurriedly. He stood watching me for a second as I got into my car and started the engine. I then rather obviously pulled out my phone and started playing with it. Nick seemed to catch my drift; he moved to his own car, and started theatrically "looking for something" in his front seat. The other guys piled into their cars, and ultimately drove off. After a few minutes I could see Greg turn off his porch light, and soon the other house lights winked out one by one. The rain was juuuust starting falling thickly.

I gave it a few more minutes and killed the engine. I waited a few more minutes, and quietly slid out of my car, trying not to in any way alert Greg or his neighbors to my movements. Gently as I could, I got into the passenger side of Nick's SUV.

Nick's eyes were intense, and darted around, scanning the dark street. Fortunately, the nearest street light was some distance away, and we were well into the shadows. "What the hell are you doing?" he whispered nervously.

"I'm evening the score," I said impishly as my hand went again for his crotch. He may have been nervous, but oh yeah was he rock hard.

"Dude! We... can't! I mean, we're in front of Greg's!"

"He's gone to bed. Besides, his house is on the other side of the street. It's his neighbors you should be worrying about."

"No, seriously..." here he gasped, as I started massaging him in earnest. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Oh man, don't do this. I fucking want it so bad. But we... fuuuuuuuck!"

"I'll be quick," I responded. And as I expected, the rain started falling heavily against the windshield. With the street darkened and the rain falling, there was no way anyone would see what was going on. Still, I'm no fool... best be fast.

I popped open his jeans and pulled down the zipper. Nick went from half-heartedly trying to block me with his hand to stroking my wrist as I went. He was panting, shallowly. I pulled his fly open, reached into his underwear and pulled his shaft out.

"Holy shit, man!" I laughed, looking at my hand... which was now wet and sticky with a massive load of precum. "My hand's covered with cock snot! Don't try to tell me you're not ready for this!"

"Fucking DO IT!" Nick hissed, as he threw back his head.

Fuck yeah, I was gonna do it.

God-fucking-damn I loved his cock. I started jacking him slowly, the slime of his precum making his dick slick and shiny. I leaned in, and got a snout full of his masculine musk. Fuck yeah, he was horny and fucking ready. I breathed him in hard as I went for his hairy balls, but was frustrated by the lack of access. I hooked my fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs and jeans, and started to pull down. He knew what was up and lifted up his ass so I was able to pull everything down to his thighs. That tall, perfectly shaped cock was all mine.

I worked fast, part from the nervous excitement of blowing him right there in Greg's neighborhood, partly because I fucking needed his cock. I engulfed his cockhead and sucked hard, running my tongue all around in hard, hungry circles. The angle was awkward, but I positioned myself and began mouth fucking him as hard as I could, short, hard dives up and down his shaft as far as I could go. Fast and hard.

Nick breathed out sharply, lost to the feelings of his cock. He grabbed my head with one hand, and his face with the other... biting the heel of his palm. He was making grumbling, strangled sounds as I worked him, up and down, fast as I could, not even stopping for breath.

Finally, I snapped off of him, my lungs exploding in a desperate gasp for air. No time to waste. My head sideways, I licked his shaft with rapid tongue movements, and buried my face among his hairy balls, working them over with my lips. "OH GOD! Yeah, work my balls, man!"

Nick didn't need to ask twice. Again, the confined space wasn't ideal, but I was able to work wonders, doing my best to take each of his nuts into my mouth and suckle them hard. God, I loved his scent, unlike anything else. The smell of masculine arousal. As a fellow male, my body instinctively recognized the smell. Hormones flooded through me.

Nervous excitement was also flooding through me; the thrill of being caught was driving me on, even if I knew the rain masked our movements. In my excitement, the heavy splats of the raindrops sounded like cum was hitting the windshield, like the Storm God himself was jerking off while watching us.

Well, if he was, we should give him a show.

I went back to Nick's cock, sealed my mouth around the head, and started fucking him furiously. I couldn't go deep, but wrapped my fingers around the lower part of his shaft and jerked him in time to my mouth-thrusts. Nick let out an undulating cry, gripping the armrest until his fingers were white. I worked fast and hard, diving down on him again and again, making an obscene slurping sound as I went. Nick grit his teeth and grunted in time, UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH...UNGH. He was trying to be quiet, but not really caring if he wasn't.

I could feel his load building. His balls pulled up, and every muscle in his body tightened. His rhythmic cries became wilder, wilder... and then all in a flash he fucking erupted into my mouth, spewing a couple weeks' worth of pent-up jizz into my gullet. I could barely keep up, swallowing until I started choking, and then letting the overflow run down his shaft towards his balls. I kept swallowing, desperate to breathe. Nick's body fell into a series of spasms, and I realized the strange strangled sound I was hearing was his desperate attempt not to scream his lungs out.

After I could safely breathe again, I quickly dove into his crotch to suck down the remainder of his load. No longer in imminent fear of death from drowning, I was able to savor that distinct warm, salty taste of his cum.

Nick was kinda a wreck, sprawled across the driver's seat and very much in a daze. I looked up, and gave a shit-eating grin, saying "We're even." Then, quick as a fox, I leapt up and slipped from the SUV... laughing at the shocked, helpless look on Nick's face as I left him behind.

Fun and exhilarating as the car blow job was, it wasn't a substitute for another full-on fuck session. And another one of those was clearly going to be a long time in coming.

Part of the problem is that while Nick and I were good friends, who had known each other for years, we weren't known for being best buddies and were in somewhat different social circles. So if we announced to our wives we were hanging out together, it would feel out of the ordinary. Not anything really difficult to manage, but not... easy. The bigger problem was the issue of location. Of course, I found myself home alone at times, and so did he... but they often tended to be with limited warning, and of short duration. While we could each in theory make up any of a bewildering number of reasons for slipping away, it was a moot point without a place to play.

And I have to say that our weekly Game Night was both a source of enjoyment and frustration. We regularly got to hang out, but we had to be supernaturally circumspect to keep things under wraps. None of the fellas were exactly homophobic pricks, but they were all guys and firmly in the hetero camp. There was no way Nick or I were going to test the extent of their open-mindedness.

So Nick and I saw each other all the time, but were never actually able to do so much as touch each other. It sucked. And not in a good way.

But strangely enough, Game Night surprised us by providing--just maybe--a chance to have more time together.

One night as the guys started taking their seats, several lamented the approach Labor Day--that bittersweet holiday that marked the end of summer fun. None of us had any firm plans, other than an expectation of some sort of cook out on one of the days. But then Nick brought up a plan that we had kicked around somewhat in the past, but never really followed through with: this year, maybe could get away for a guy's weekend... Game Night at a cabin?

Scheduling and cost had always been our nemesis in the past, particularly for the new fathers in the crew. But this year, for whatever reason, it seemed that the guys were more receptive. Nick pointedly, and somewhat forcefully, offered us a spot--a place he had through family connections. He very studiously did not look at me as he spoke, which gave me the idea that maybe he had something special in mind....

Nick went on to say that the place could host five guys. He talked it up as a fantastic place, kinda remote and on a lake. There was a master bedroom with a queen-sized bed, a second bedroom with two twin beds, and a loft with a futon.

Nick said that as the guy procuring the cabin, he would be claiming the master bedroom, and he left it to us to work out the other arrangements.

Ah.

I was, ahem, "too slow" in grabbing one of the twin beds or the futon. Nick noted, dryly, that that left me to sleep on the couch... unless I swore "to behave," in which case the two of us could bunk together in the big bed.

I went on to make a big, whinny show about life was unfair for putting me into this position, but "grudgingly" said that given my "back troubles" I'd join him in the bed. The fellas mocked me for drawing the short stick, and laughingly warned me that Nick was enough of a perv that I'd better watch out. Nick winked at me, sparking howls of laughter. I smirked inwardly, letting them have their fun... and shifted in my seat to hide a growing hard on, just thinking about the possibilities.

That evening, walking to our cars, I quietly confronted Nick about our quick-forming plans. "That was, um, pretty convenient about how that worked out, wasn't it?"

Nick just let out a low laugh.

"I'm impressed. My man, you are devious and a deviant."

Nick responded, "I am a man of many talents. You're a quick study, and I knew you'd catch on fast. Greg's been talking about doing a gaming weekend forever... I thought I'd test the waters, and I'm glad the guys went for it. The way the cabin is set up, we could probably have come up with other sleeping arrangements, but this way we're free and clear to spend some quality time alone. And they think it's their idea. We just gotta be quiet."

I sneered, "'Quiet' isn't one of your virtues."

The days before we took off are pretty much a total blur--I was in a hormonal daze. And when the big day finally arrived, I was totally stoked. Greg and Dave, the other guy part of our usual Game Night foursome, had to work as normal and planned to carpool with the hope of being at the cabin by like 7-8:00. The other guy joining us was Rick, who was one of our semi-regular players. He lived on the other side of town and was going to come separately, hoping to be there around dinner time. Nick and I told the others we would carpool, heading out sometime early afternoon on Friday to get settled.

Naturally, what Nick and I actually did was to head out first thing in the morning, to make the most of our alone time.

The 90-minute drive up to the lake was almost comically surreal. I was painfully hard pretty much the entire drive, and it was only a bout of superhuman control that kept me from sucking Nick off as we drove. Well, superhuman control and memories of what happened in Stephen King's "Thinner" when the protagonists tried it....

And I tell, you, Nick and I driving next together like that, blue sky, singing along to crappy songs on the radio, knowing we were going to have plenty of time to ourselves... we were kings.

At one point, Nick turned to me and flashed a 500-watt smile. "You hard as I am, Buck?"

"You know it. Man, I've been dreaming of this so long... don't think I got a wink of sleep the past 3 days."

Nick laughed. "I needed extra time in the gym to burn off some steam."

My turn to laugh. "See, I was afraid to go. Or I'd have to have been a 'never-nude' so no one would see my boner!"

Nick shook his head and laughed. "Who would've thought."

"Who indeed." Man, I certainly would have never guessed my life was going like this. I would certainly have never believed a guy could set me on fire like that... let alone that I would have ever found a like-minded guy as into me as I was to him.

Fuck--we were the luckiest pair of degenerates in the world.

When we finally pulled off the highway and hit the dirt road that took us to the cabin, my heart started going a mile a minute. I had been amped the whole ride up, but now that we were finally getting near, my hormonal levels were spiking wildly. I think my hands even were getting sweaty, and I slowly was rubbing my palms up and down on my thighs.

We finally got to our cabin, and Nick swung his SUV in a big circle, landing us right outside the door. "OK, the sooner we get everything in, sooner we can play. You get the food in the fridge, I'll bring in the bags. Let's go!"

I had slightly different plans. The food would be perfectly fine for a few minutes more.

Nick had grabbed a load from the back and got to the front door. He set things down and started fumbling around for the key.

Well, a guy letting his guard down like that... it's his own fault if he gets attacked from the rear.

I came up strong behind him, and locked my arms around his torso. Nowhere for him to go. I then leaned in, and landed my tongue on his neck, right above the collar of his T-shirt. And then I set up a long, dirty lick up his spine, right to his hair line. Nick growled and bent his head. I continued, mouthing the side of his neck, and running forward with my tongue, up and back down again, then breathed cool air across the wet spot.

I could feel every hair on his neck stand on end, and he let out a reverberating moan. "C'mon," he breathed heavily, "we gotta get that meat inside."

"Yeah," I growled back, "I'm most definitely gonna get my meat inside you."

Nick groaned wordlessly in response; any argument was dead on the vine.

I moved my mouth forward, so that my cheek dragged across his skin as my tongue lazily made its way to his ear. I slurred my tongue across and around his earlobe, then lightly dragged my teeth across it. I swear the man actually purred. While he was occupied with that, I reached around and undid his shorts, violently jerking them and his underwear down.

That hairy, perfect man-ass was wide open for me... and as the breath of cool air touched his bare skin, I could see his hair standing on edge.

I dropped to my knees and slid my nose between his beefy cheeks, getting myself high on the scent of his butt-funk. I don't know who was more excited, me or Nick. I slid out my tongue and gave him an obscene lick, probing as far as I could. Bracing himself against the door with one hand, Nick reached the other around to his backside, trying desperately to open himself up and give me access. "Fuck yeah, man," he encouraged, "fucking eat me. Fucking EAT ME!"

I fucking ate him.

As Nick howled out his approval, I dove my face into his ass as hard as I could. My stubble likely was shredding his tender skin; I eased the burning with long wet laps of my tongue. I found his pucker, guarded by a small forest of curly hair, and fucking let him have it. I chomped down on his hole like I was a lion tearing into a wildebeest. As his hole opened, I drove my tongue in as far as I could, then violently shook my face from side to side. I lapped him, I mashed him, and I sucked on his hole as hard as I could. Saliva ran down his crack, and down his hairy leg as face-fucked his ass. I was relentless, living for his ass.

Finally, I pulled back, panting for breath. We both knew what I wanted. I pulled out a bottle of lube from my pocket, and slid out of my shorts. My cock stood fat and tall, leaking so much precum it looked like I had already shot my load. I roughly lubed up my cock, and then jammed the slick fingers into Nick's hole in a desperate attempt to loosen him up. He yelped, but held his ground.

This was not my most elegant fuck, my most careful preparation. I fucking didn't care. Desperate sexual need took over--I needed to explode my load into that ass in front of me now.

I got behind Nick, rubbing my slick cock up and down his crack until I found his hole. I pushed, and little happened. I pushed harder... nothing. Nick squirmed, circling his butt around my cock, clearly in as much need of this as I was. I fisted my cock, lined it up again, and pushed.

That did it.

Nick threw back his head with a shout. I held steady for a second, grabbed him roughly to lock us in place. I reached around and massaged his dick with my lubed-up hand. I had no words of seduction or encouragement. I just needed release... at that moment, more than anything.

I could feel him start to relax, and then I drove in... slow but determined. I could feel his velvet hole open to accept me, wrapping my dick in the hottest, the wettest, the most glorious embrace. God-fucking-damn I loved the feel of that first penetration. Nick's body shuddered, and I could feel his muscles shiver like small earthquakes. He let out a sustained, shuddering howl. I hit rock bottom; my hairy balls nestled flush against his hairy hole.

I rolled in rough circles. I could feel him surrender to the fuck, as his body came alive in my arms. He started rolling against me, pushing back hard... not just to drive my dick in deeper, but to feel me against him. To share that primal sensation, of the ultimate connection between males. With one hand locked on his hips, I slid the other under his T-shirt, running along the hairy skin of his torso up to his nipples, which I began fingering roughly. My head leaned forward and I desperately kissed the back of his neck... well, less a kiss and more of an oral assault. He continued a steady stream of loud vocalizations like he was a feral dog.

My balls were fucking boiling over; I had never needed to blow my load more in my life. I hoped he was loose enough, because we were gonna fuck.

I pulled back strongly, feeling Nick's butt suck onto my cock like it was trapped in quicksand. Then I drove it hard all the way to the hilt. His head shot back again, and he barked a sound out. I repeated the move, hard and fast. No long-dicking, no slow ride... I just fucked the shit out of him. Somehow I think I could hear the slapping of my balls against his ass with each hammer-stroke.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

I have no idea how he braced himself against the door, but he took everything I had and pushed back harder for more. I fucking smashed into him, again and again and again, relentless. There was nothing but my need.

SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM

I'm sure I only lasted a minute. I was far too gone, far too desperate to cum. I could feel myself barreling past the point of no return, as a two-week load shot up from my balls. With a wild scream that probably echoed across the lake, I fucking erupted into his hole, making my whole body shake from the force of it.

After a few more sloppy thrusts, carried mostly by momentum, I slowed down and realized I was in desperate need of catching my breath. My cock, still pretty hard considering the workout I had just given it, plopped out of Nick's butt with a juicy sound. I only vaguely remember staggering over to an Adirondack chair on the cabin's front porch, and collapsing into it.

Nick slowly straightened, and turned his head towards me, giving me a leopard-glare of dangerous hunger. Distantly in my mind, I realized he hadn't shot yet... oh fuck.

He stepped out of his battle-weary shorts, and strode purposefully to where I was sitting. To my breathless astonishment, he kneeled down and fucking swallowed my still-throbbing cock down in one quick move.

Holy shit.

I couldn't fucking believe it. I let out an animal sound that mixed pleasure and extreme post-cum sensitivity. He didn't care, his mouth started working my cock over, sucking down the spent cum and ass juices. Holy shit, this was another level. Even if I wanted to, I could barely respond... my mind was a blur of random colors and fucking sexual rapture as he worked. He worked lower, taking in my sweaty balls and rolling them around. I was still in a daze.

Finally, he pulled my hips forward and up, giving him access to my ass. Oh God. I was like a boned fish, unable to do anything but slur out cries of joy. He scented himself with my butt-funk, dragging his face again and again in my crack, teasing me and setting me on fire with his stubble. Somehow, I had the presence of mind to moan out, "Oh God, eat me! Please, fucking please! Fucking eat me man, FUCKING EAT ME!"

Nick let my beg for way too long, but finally, he opened his mouth and fucking started raping me with his tongue.

Exhausted and folded over in half, there was little I could do but howl to the tree tops like this was the best day of my fucking life. Which, right at that moment, it kinda was. Nick's mouth was everywhere, violently attacking my butt, giving special attention to my twitching asshole. His tongue drove in as far as it could go, made rough sweeping circles around my puckered lips, and lapped up and down around my hole so hard it like he was filing down metal.

I could do nothing but enjoy the ride.

I don't know how long he feasted on me, but we both knew this was only an appetizer. The main dish was about to be served.

Nick grabbed the bottle of lube, and poured out healthy glob onto my asshole. The cold goo gave me a shiver, but not as much as the shiver of excitement I got watching him slather up his own cock. He started working my hole with his fingers, giving me a quick chance to prepare myself as he jacked his battle saber of a cock. Then, with a look that veered somewhere between hunger and naked aggression, lined his cock against my hole. As rough as I had been, I knew Nick was going to be rougher.

I braced myself but nothing prepared me for that first entry. Of muscles suddenly forced to work the other way and accept something coming in. Sheer, icy pain that made me gasp out loud. But it was that strange, unnatural feeling that ultimately got me so hot--of taboos being broken. Of fundamentally giving yourself to another man.

Nick was in no mood for games. He slowly drove himself forward, his mushroom head ripping me open. My eyes bulged out of my head as I could feel him... feel him filling me up, opening me. "Push out," he barked. "It will stop the pain."

"I'mmm... nnnngh... pushing... UUUNGH!" God, there was pain, but there was that fucking glorious feeling like nothing else. My back arched against the chair as my body started roaring to life. My ears rang like I was in a hurricane and my skin started dancing with electricity. My legs, splayed kinda around his waist, began to twitch with feeling, and my toes curled sharply. Finally, Nick bottomed out, and I gasped out a few desperate moans.

God, his dick was hitting places I never knew I had. He fucking filled me... not just my hungry ass, but filled all my fucking senses at once. The physical presence of him, powerful, masculine, fucking heroic... and a shared primal experience that was blowing my fucking mind....

Nick started thrusting hard, taking no prisoners. I pushed back, my body rolling and undulating in response as pleasure centers deep inside me burst to life. We collided again and again, but I could see in his face a mounting frustration, as this was hardly a good angle for either of us to really let loose. And we needed to let loose.

And then oh my fucking GOD... I couldn't believe what he did. He was balls deep inside me, and then quick shifted his weight so he was squatting rather than kneeling. Then he grabbed my waist hard and to my jaw-dropped astonishment, stood up. He fucking lifted me right out of that chair, his dick still buried in my ass.

The shifting position brought an explosion of joy deep in my guts, and the fucking thrill of having Nick hoist me like a pussyweight fucking blew my mind. I quick wrapped my legs around his torso to brace myself, and grabbed onto his neck and shoulders for dear life...then Nick started pounding up my ass like a reverse jackhammer. He fucking bounced with the power of his thrusts.

OH MY FUCKING GOD. I never felt anything like it! My mind was shattered from the onslaught of raw sexual power. I threw my head back and screamed like I was being torn apart by wild horses, because I kinda was... in the fucking BEST WAY POSSIBLE. I could barely keep it together, barely keep from falling into a pile of goo like beached jellyfish.

But I NEVER WANTED HIM TO STOP.

Nick fucking slammed into me again and again, his face red from exertion and sexual rage, and every vein nearly popping out of his neck. It was the most fucking amazing display of raw masculinity I had ever seen.

And his cock was doing things to me that I couldn't believe. Even though I had shot out a gallon of cum only minutes ago, my cock was hard enough to drill through titanium. My body was rippling with waves of sexual electricity... and in desperate need of release. I could... feel him fuck me over the edge.

Then, I knew Nick was ready to explode. His controlled motions became wild spasms, and his grunts blew up into a terrifying bellow. He gripped me tight as he launched a wave after wave of white-hot cum into my ass. Feeling this blasted me into the stratosphere. My ears were roaring like a jet, and it felt like my head would explode. And then I fucking came so hard my dick fucking hurt. I screamed and gave over to the biggest wave of sexual joy I had ever experienced.

I swear I have no idea what happened next. The sexual rage that had kept us standing died away, and two very spent guys sloppily collapsed onto the front porch.

I couldn't get over it. My buddy Nick had completely, thoroughly, joyously rocked my world like no one else on the planet. I had grown up thinking gay sex was something... yucky. Something that was lesser. To my ever-loving shame, I had thought it was something that made you less of a man.

But Nick had blown all of that bullshit away. That was the most masculine--and I mean punishingly, violently masculine--thing I had ever done. And damn it, it wasn't amazing sex despite it being with another guy... it was the all the masculine shit going on that made it so amazing. The hair, the sweat, the smell, the spit, the howls, the strength, the aggression.

I was on top of the fucking world, feeling like a fucking GOD.

And it would be hours before the rest of the crew showed up....

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