Friday started with such promise. I was going to see Marie, and she was going to let me in and I was going to have a good time and we were going to have a sweet time of love and lust. I especially liked the lust part.
The final bell rang and I ran out the door. Fuck school. Fuck homework. It's weekend time and I thought it was going to be a really good one.
I was supposed to be, well, we'll call it babysitting. Thing was, the kid was my pal for all my younger years and I just went along with the babysitting aspect since I was twelve and his folks always gave me huge coin to just hang. The kid was intelligent, capable and besides that, good looking. We hung out together when our parents were off sailing or on conventions about sailing, or meetings, or whatever. I got seasick. Puked my guts out first time out and never want to repeat that again. My parents disappointment about my lack of sea legs was always a point of conversation, always at the butt of jokes and always my equal of being less than nothing.
Whatever.
Tonight was fucked. I thought Marie was going to give me a blow job. Turned out she was my first cheater.
Okay. Let me explain.
Officially, Tag was supposed to be my boy, well, my babysat boy. I the sitter, Tag the babysat. That was the official deal. Unofficially, I told the guy, he could do whatever the fuck he wanted. He was as much a man as I was.
And I was off to Marie's where she'd said she had something special for me. She said she was taking our relationship to another level. I had told her many times that I wanted a hummer. I really wanted to put my dick inside a nice warm moist place.
I had my pants down, and she saw it for the first time. Oh yeah, I was boned to the limit as hard as stone. Then she said, "Wow. It's even bigger than Kevin's"
"Kevin Henkel, the new guy you've been showing around school?" I asked as it instantly shrunk.
"Um" She said and I could tell it was too late. She'd already been fooling around with Kevin Henkel before our next level. She knew him for a week and already had his dick in her, mouth or even pussy for all I knew.
We did the typical breakup fight, but still, I was pissed.
I stopped at the liquor store and bought a big bottle of Rye and a case of Canadian beer.
The pavement, wet, dark and continuously moving beneath me made everything feel off. I'd never been to this place before. I was one of the most popular guys at school. I was one of the best looking guys at school. I was one of the smartest, but I kept that well hidden. I don't know why.
I drove towards home very unhappy.
So maybe I snap? Well, I took a step back and reevaluated. I wanted happiness. I wanted sex with more than just my hand. So what, if I was the most popular guy at school. So what if I got a whole gang of people who wanted to say "yes" to just have me smile and say hello. People said I was gorgeous Caeden. I had a slightly turned up nose and severely desirable body.
Again, whatever. I drove.
I wanted to be me. To have fun, to do what I do. Whatever that was.
I parked three blocks away and walked. I needed the time to space my head. I stopped at a playground and swung on the swings and cracked a beer. I heard a few car alarms in down the road, but they went out quickly. Probably someone forgetting the code or something.
I swung back and forth and back and forth. And then I walked again.
I needed to be me. I still didn't know what that meant. I just hated when people treated me like a piece of meat. I remember one girl slapping my ass at a party. I didn't even know her. She started digging at my fly too. I don't know why that bothered me so much, but for whatever reason, I just felt like I was nothing more than a commodity, to be handled, touched, fondled without any thought to my feelings.
My house faded into view, and then there was the neighbors house. Then it came back to me. Right right. I was supposed to be house sitting. No wait. Baby sitting. A bud. His name was, Tag. He was cool. We were pals. He was younger and pretty cool for his age. I'd babysat him for years. He was a seasick like me. Our folks were dedicated to the sea. We were brothers of sea sickness.
And then, the house no longer loomed, I opened the door and walked into it.
The near naked boys filled the living room.
"Hey guys." I said. " "Watchya doin? Playin strip poker?"" They scrambled for their clothes.
"Can I play?" I asked. It nearly stopped the scramble. I had to say, the near naked boys, and their things moved me.
They continued the scramble and one stopped with a, "Who-the-fuck-are-you?"
I stared down at the little guy. I'm six foot two and he was maybe five foot nothing? I smiled, "I'm the babysitter. So you little fucks gonna let me play or do I make some calls to Mom and Dad."
They all stopped and looked at each other. Tag piped up, "Let's not jump to that right off. Like, c'mon. We were playing strip poker, but you are a bit older and I umm." He stammered.
"Listen up boys. I just want to play too. I got beer. I got rye. I just dumped my cheating ass girlfriend and want to let it all hang loose. I want to play, and whatever dare is at the end, I'm in." I offered. The boys all looked at each other. I think they were surprised I knew there would be a dare at the end. I was pretty smart after all.
"I'm okay with it." The new kid said. I never saw him before tonight. He was medium everything. Medium height, medium weight, but he had a nice pug nose, and medium brown medium length hair.
"Cool." I replied, "Who are you and what is the dare?
"I'm Jack. And the dare is the loser has to give the winner a hand job."
"Wow." I was a bit surprised, but I guess not too much. I wanted to do the same thing with my bros, back a little while. Now that I think about it, I kind of always wanted to try the other side, you know, just for comparison.
"That's a pretty serious dare. I thought it would be something like run around the block naked or something." I said, and whatever it was, suddenly the boys were laughing and all talking at once. I finally got the story of the cheating and how Evan got ganged up on and he ran the block like a man.
"Okay, so you guys want a beer or what? Am I in? Loser has to dress up in Tag's Mom's clothes?" They all laughed nervously.
"I'm kidding you little shits. Let me play. Have a rye and coke. Lighten up." I urged them.
"Sure." Tag said, "He can play. He's cool by me." And the rest of the guys, which was to say Evan and Kris chimed in their agreement. Playing with an older guy was something the guys didn't agree with, but couldn't refuse under the peer pressure.
I laughed to myself. It was going to be a ground breaking night after all.
I put it out there, cause I just wanted a blow job so bad. I asked, "We can up the stakes? Not like dress up, but like blow job up?"
"No." Tag said right out and the rest of the guys said nothing. I guess I pushed them too far. I handed out the beers and Tag asked for a rye and coke, 'if that was okay.'
"What's the house rules?" I asked.
The boys took turns filling me in on it all. One hand, one piece of clothing. They all had hats. Strange, but true.
"Why you guys all got hats?" I asked
Tag answered with a non-answer, "You want a hat?"
"Sure." I replied and he dug out an ugly John Deere hat. I sipped a bit of rye, laughed and put the green thing on my head.
The first hands went pretty quick. No one was allowed to don the clothing they won, there was no betting and each hand was worth one. The loser had to jack off the winner.
The cards played faster with a bit of booze under their belts, I think. My strategy seemed to fall in line with Tag and Jack's. Bottom to top, I started with the shoes and then socks and up to my shirt and last thing I wanted to lose, my hat. I don't know why. Unless the guys were just being random.
I have to say the game was fun, and raunchy. I told the boys of my less than stellar sexual exploits and they told me about theirs. It seemed Tag was a more adventurous lad than I'd ever imagined. He'd been sucked off by a girl in the park, had a sixty nine with a girl at a party and his parents took him to a nude beach when he was ten. He'd taken it all off.
I never really looked at the babysat kid as a sexual kind of guy, but he sat across from me, leg's spread open and a stiff cock poking up his blue boxers. He was quite a bit bigger than I thought he'd be. I started losing more than I wanted to. I lost both my shoes, both my socks and my pants were about to come off next. Scratch that. They came off. I let the boys look at my tent.
I was not cut, I was lean, I was boned up. The boys noticed my thing, without noticing my thing.
"Hey guys, you all need to lighten up. We are a few beers in and I was gonna get a blow job." I said.
"Shut the fuck up about that already. You told us three times." Kris, the quiet one , finally piped up. His cut weenie was poking out of the top of his shorts and his balls were leaking out the bottom. Neither of those things seemed an accident.
"Sorry." I replied, "I am just out of sorts about that whole thing. Anyway. Want to up the stakes?"
"Sure." Jack the cutest one here by far, well, maybe except for me. I don't know what it was, but his pug nose and sweet willing position did something for me. How I got harder I don't know. It was bursting out of there though, no question. And the guys looked. I could feel them.
"I don't think that's a good idea. I'm not really wanting to be a cock sucker." Kris said.
"I'm in." Evan and Tag both said at the same time.
Kris caved like a house of cards, "I'm in." he said deflated and continued, "Yeah, I'll do it if I lose. I'm no Tommy What's-his-nuts."
I had no idea what that meant, but It meant I had to win the next couple of hands of cards to get my fucking blow job. The idea of switching sides to the male kind was pretty exciting, actually. He could have a boy cock in his mouth by the end of the night. Of course I'd tried tasting his own cum. Man that was nasty shit. But then again, I'd heard that different guys tasted different.
And with those hornifying thoughts, I checked out each boy without even disguising that I was checking them out. We were, after all, playing strip poker.
Kris, the blonde kid, sat beside me. He was smaller, that is his stature. He had a pretty good sized thing sticking up his yellow square bob sponge pants. He didn't try to hide it. He didn't look very thick though. And his physique? Well, he was kind of skinny but wasn't really anything to write home about. He was blond and his blue eyes looked kind of squinty. He wasn't a very good looker, that was for sure.
Tag sat nearly across from me. He was the same old cute Tag, dirty brown hair, perfectly symmetrical face, which was supposed to be the sign of good looking. His hazel eyes smiled. His body wasn't skinny or carved from stone. He was sort of in between. He wasn't fat, and his cock stuck proudly out. He let it's uncut head sneak very close to the band of his undies. Yeah, I'd seen him naked and knew his cut/uncut status. We went swimming a couple years ago. I don't know why, but after that bitch dumped me tonight, I really thought that Tag looked different, hot, even.
And then of course there was Jack. He was willing and stiff too. We were all fucking horned right out. He was medium everything. His manner was casual, his movements spoke of relaxation, like he was playing regular cards with regular guys in a nice public place. Well, everything except his big boner poking up.
Evan was the youngest. He barely started his hair above his junk. His balls had dropped and he was blonde and cute and his eyes always seemed to stray to Tag, or rather, his body. I could see his blue eyes drink the guys package and he would stroke himself sometimes, through his black undies.
I didn't think it was very odd that we were down to our underthings, shirts and socks and hats and what-nots. I guess we all were okay with getting naked and maybe even further. Most people looked at me like the perfect hetro. I didn't feel anything perfect. Being cheated on, well, it did something somewhere inside of me. I was okay with sucking cock, if I lost. Or even getting off from another bro.
Cards or no cards, I took them off and let them all see it. It was long and hard and the guys jaws dropped. I'm not bragging, but I had inches of these guys, even most guys. I had a patch of nicely trimmed pubic hairs, and a full set of balls. The guys looked and then they nearly looked at me in the face. I had a wet spot in the front of my whities where I was pre juicing.
"I'm hot." I said lamely as if trying to explain my willingness to hang out my prized possession to the guys without losing cards. I kept my whities close after I cleaned off a couple drops from my tip.
My lame excuse seemed to be accepted, but I got the sense the excuse was only accepted because the guys liked to gawk at my cock.
The card came and went. I think I was up? The rye was at work, but it was pretty exciting.
The guys all lost, one after another, and we were sitting naked, knees almost touching. Well, except for Evan. He had his knees touching me and Jack. For whatever reason, his knee electrified me.
It seemed none of us were cut. Too bad, I was hoping that someone had the foreskin removed. For me, that would have been exotic.
I knew someone was going to get a blow job the next round. We all ended up but-fucking-naked and we all sat in the living room. Tag wore his hat on his head, though. It wasn't weird. We were all in uncharted water.
Straight poker, five card stud, three draws, two cards.
I had a pair of Aces. I was pretty sure I was gonna get boy mouth. Of course, it could be a three of kind or maybe a full house. Stranger things have happened.
The draws worked themselves out. Three cards, meant the boy had nothing better than a pair. Two card draw, even before the third draw meant there might be a 'two pair.'
The last draw came and went. I drew a third Ace. I'd won. I was pretty sure. The tension eased away. The problem was, there was tension everywhere. We knew what it meant to lose, but then again, did we? I thought for sure that my cock would be sucked that night. First plan A failed, and then plan B or rather the not-plan-B developed and it was less than a sure bet. I'd taken the long shot.
The cards landed on the table, my naked boner in front of the naked boys and their naked boners. Tag lost his hat.
We played cards. I had a pair of threes. I knew I was going to be sucking, but what the hell. I wanted this, whichever way the water spilled. I played my fucking threes like it was a full house. I threatened to up the bet to a full out fucking. I threatened to out the whole lot of them to their parents. I played the cards I was dealt.
In that round, some of us died a couple of times, some of us lived our second lives through and through. I just threw it to the wind and did what I did, fall-out-be-damned.
The last round was the quietest. We were naked, ready, and not in a chit-chat mood. "The next loser has to suck." I said to no one in particular. I think I had to hear it myself. The silence was making me crazy nervous and when I get that way, I say stupid shit. Sucks to be me sometimes. "So you guys know this is pretty much gay. I am just curious about the whole thing. I think I'm gonna win, but if I don't--"
"Shut the fuck up." Tag said. I looked at him. His face was nervous. I looked around. We all were.
My fucking pathetic hand road through the draws. And then we showed.
Tag had an eight high, though four cards were clubs and one was a diamond; Evan, a King high; Jack, a Queen high; Kris, an Ace high and me; the-winning-fucking-hand-with a-pair-of-fucking-threes. I would receive my blowjob. A boy-blowjob. Nope. Wait. That just meant that Tag was going to suck someone.
There were still four of us in. Tag groaned.
"Hey bud, don't feel bad. One of us could have lost, and besides, no one is going to say shit about this." Evan said trying to console the future cock sucker.
The four of us played cards, Tag got up stretched his gorgeous body, flopped his bad boner up and down a few times and got another drink. When he came back, he had a roll of toilet paper he threw to me.
I smiled and put my thing through the hole and let it sit in front of me. We all laughed. I guess he must have come to terms with his upcoming job. I guess we all sort of relaxed, after the toilet paper showed up. It was still weird, exciting and cool to be a part of this, all of us were horned up for so long, a huge release was going to be gay, and fun, and it looked like we were all okay with it.
Tag tried to pull some toilet paper off the roll. It was still on my thing.
"Owch!" I said and meant it too, "That fucking hurts." The roll didn't roll like it would and chafed.
"Sorry. I thought it would just be like on the toilet paper holder thing and it would just unravel." He reached over quick as a cat and pulled the roll off my dong and got himself a big gob of paper in his hand. He reached over to put it back on my thing, but grabbed it with his one hand as he put the tube back on. It was awkward, but electrifying, as if we could get more horned up. He touched my thing in front of the other guys and everyone was cool with it.
Mind you, as the cards rolled past, we were playing speed poker now, Evan was out, Kris had a shit eating grin on his face and started stroking his meat. Jack was pretty quiet, pretty hard and lost the round with a hand full of nothing. Kris had run, which he thought was hard to get, but it wasn't a flush, so whatever.
Tag touched me again. He had his face right up to it and was examining me up close. No one said a word. The two of us, Kris and me, were playing cards. Jack had his head in front of Kris, and maybe he was licking him? I couldn't see, and was still trying to win the last hand. Evan was somewhere doing something too. I could barely concentrate.
And the last hand dealt, I played the last draw face up. It wouldn't matter anyway, and won with a pair of Queens and tens. Kris had a pair of sevens.
And before I knew it Tag had me in his mouth. I just laid back.
"Can someone get me another beer please?" I asked and a little while later something cold showed up in my hand. I wasn't going to last very long. Tag knew how to do it, I just lay on the floor with my eyes partially closed. Evan was sucking Kris and Kris had his hand around Jack. Jack's eyes were closed.
The moaning, shit, fuck, I hated the moaning. It was me. I couldn't stop it as the edge came closer to closer. We never mentioned anything about jizzing down the losers throat.
Jack came. I came. Evan came. Kris came. And tag let the cum in his mouth but spit it out on my belly. He grabbed my hand and guided it to his big hard boy. I guess it was the least I could do.
I did him like it was me. I couldn't feel anything back, which was new. Anytime I jerked, my meat told me how fast and how hard, so I just guessed. I must have did a pretty good job cause Tag let out a little yip and his spunk hit his nose and dribbled down to his lips. He licked them and smiled. "You taste better than me." He said.
We all got cleaned up and turned on a movie. We all sat too close to each other and I found some hands exploring me. It was going to be a long night.
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