Game Sessions

Game Sessions Part 3

By Ben C.

I walked home as fast as I could. Walking was uncomfortable, as I had a huge and painful hard-on in my shorts. I tried to cover it with my hand so no one would notice my state.

Despite my uncomfortable condition I beamed. Jesse had told me he would let me suck his dick. And I had his boxers stuffed in my backpack.

I know that an average teenage boy wouldn't be thrilled for getting his friend's worn, semen-soaked boxers. But I was. I was so grateful to Jesse for letting me have his underwear, even if I had to return it washed.

As I got home, I greeted my Mom with a hello and rushed upstairs to my room. I locked the door and threw myself on the bed. I fished some tissues from my bedside drawer and opened my pants.

I took the boxers from my backpack and inspected them. Jesse's cum was still sticky and wet, fresh from his cock. And Jesse had been wearing these boxers merely an hour ago.

Jesse's cock and balls had been swelling inside this underwear on a hot summer day. And I had wiped his cum off my face with the same sweaty garment.

I buried my face in Jesse's white boxers. I could feel the dampness of his cum on my skin. I took a deep breath through my nose and inhaled the musky aroma. I imagined Jesse sneering at me. That was enough to push me over the limit, and I shot a load of cum into the tissues.

I had a whole weekend before I had to wash the boxers and return them to Jesse. I took as much pleasure with them as I could. I must have wanked at least six times, smelling them and licking the dried cum-stains.

There was no way to tell when Jesse would want to see me again. I had to be ready, as I had promised to wash them for him. If I didn't have them ready then, Jesse would surely be mad at me. So, on Sunday evening, I finally gave them a thorough hand-wash in hot water and detergent.

When I had scrubbed off all the cum, I rinsed the boxers and dried them with a hairdryer. Finally, I ironed them carefully and folded them in a plastic bag.

I saw Jesse many times at school during the next few days. Our relationship was relaxed again, and he didn't avoid me anymore. I spoke with him many times, but Jesse didn't say anything about his plans for the near future.

He was now dating a girl, Joanne. She was a really hot blond cheerleader with long legs and big tits. I saw them walk hand in hand and have lunch together, laughing and looking happy.

I felt jealous when I saw Joanne put her hand on Jesse's thigh as they were chilling on the school lawn.

For me, Joanne seemed to be the type of girl who would eventually spread her legs for a handsome and popular guy like Jesse. She just had to play the good girl role to protect her reputation.

In my personal risk assessment Joanne was a Class A threat factor, who might deprive me of access into Jesse's jeans. If she could keep Jesse satisfied, he might dump me for good.

I hoped that Jesse would still want his blowjob. And when that day came, I had to please him well. Fuck, I would offer to do Jesse's chores for him if it helped to keep me in his inner circle.

I knew I had to give Jesse the best blowjob in the history of cocksucking. The problem was, I had never sucked a guy's dick before. But I would do my best. And as any great performer, I would practice.

I went through the vegetable shelves of the local supermarket, searching a suitable cucumber. I found one that seemed to be of the right thickness and bought it. I measured the cucumber in my room with a ruler and cut it to 8 inches.

Now I had a replica of Jesse's cock.

I practiced with the cucumber in my bedroom every night and every morning. At first I gagged when the tip of the cucumber reached my throat. But I didn't give up. Gradually I found the technique to take it all.

I slid the slimy vegetable in and out, all the time wrapping my lips tight around it to give cucumber-Jesse extra pleasure. Finally the poor cucumber got all soft and watery of all the sucking, so I had to throw it away. But I was ready for the real thing.

Days rolled by uneventfully. But on a Saturday afternoon my phone beeped for an incoming message. I grabbed the phone frantically, as I had done after every beep for nearly three weeks.

"GS at 5."

That was all it said. But that was enough for me. I glanced my alarm clock. 4.15. Fuck, I had to be quick.

I brushed my teeth, took a hasty shower and picked a clean set of clothes. I would probably be spending the next couple of hours mostly on my knees, so I decided to wear long pants instead of shorts, although it was a sizzling hot August day. I put on some random jeans and a t-shirt, took my backpack and took off.

I arrived at Jesse's door promptly at 5 and rang the doorbell. Nothing happened, so I sat down on the stairs leading up to Jesse's little porch.

I had to wait 20 minutes until I heard a skateboard rattle downhill towards the Jenkins' house. No, two skateboards. I wondered what was happening.

Jesse rode his skateboard to a skillful stop in the end of their driveway and kicked the board up, catching it mid-air. Right after him appeared Cameron, a member of Jesse's closest circle of skater dudes.

Well, I had nothing against seeing Cameron, who was sporting a shirtless, sweaty upper body. He was wearing worn cut-offs and white Etnies skate shoes.

I wondered why Jesse had invited him, as we were going to do something much more important than discuss about skateboarding.

Cameron was a really hot surfer-type dude with a blond, wavy hair almost to his shoulders. He was as tall as Jesse, but his body type was more muscular than Jesse's. He had broad shoulders over nice pecs, a well-developed six-pack and a 30" waist. A golden earring was hanging from his left earlobe. Around his neck he had a black leather rope necklace with an amulet.

Both of the guys were really hot in my opinion, but in different ways. Jesse had some rebellious rock`n roll edge in him, while Cameron was a typical I-don't-give-a-fuck surfer type. Hollister would be happy to hire him as their model – if Cameron would just give a fuck about anybody's payrolls.

Cameron seemed to have a cocky smirk glued permanently on his handsome face, and he had an aura of self-assurance and arrogance. He was hot and he knew it.

Jesse greeted me with a grin. He was wearing a Quiksilver muscle tank with open sides to show his ripped upper body. I could see the shirt was soaked in sweat.

He had also a white backwards baseball cap, which I thought was really sexy. He had temporarily changed his beloved Chucks to a pair of navy blue Osiris hi-top skate shoes.

Jesse was wearing skinny jeans, as always. This was a pair of Cheap Mondays he liked to skate in. They were really old and worn and had several holes in the knees and thighs.

They were also ripped in the crotch, so every time Jesse spread his legs to do a skate trick, the old fags drooling on the benches of the skate park could catch a glimpse of the young skater dude's boxers.

Jesse put his sweaty hand around my shoulder.

"We're gonna go through some of our fresh video footage. It'll take a while. Why don't you let yourself in and get comfortable," Jesse said and handed me his keys.

I took the keys and unlocked the door.

"And take my backpack inside, willya."

I took Jesse's backpack. He slumped into a deck chair.

"Wait, take these too. They are killin' me," he said and kicked the skate shoes off his feet. The heavy shoes landed on the deck with loud thuds.

I picked up Jesse's shoes from the deck. I could see that Cameron was watching me, grinning.

I took the shoes and the backpack inside with me. I was placing Jesse's shoes neatly to the hallway closet, when I overheard the boys' conversation. Obviously they thought I had already gone inside, as the open door prevented them from seeing me.

"Well well, you've got a fucking servant here Jess," Cameron said.

"Aww, old Ritch is always ready to give a hand to a friend," Jesse chuckled, clearly amused by Cameron's astonishment.

"He would probably give you more than a hand. I bet he would suck your dick if you just bothered to ask. He sure acts like a fag in my judgment."

"Don't ask, don't tell. That`s my policy," Jesse replied.

I knew he said that with a wink.

The guys laughed. Then Jesse called me,

"Hey Ritch, be a sport and bring us some Cokes."

"Uhh, sure, Jesse. Want ice in it?"

"Yeah, ice would be nice."

I took two cans of Coke from the fridge and emptied them in large glasses. I filled the glasses with ice and took them to the porch.

Cameron took his glass from me, grinning.

"Jesse was just telling me what a good pal you are, Ritch. I sure wish I had a friend like you."

"Well, yeah, thanks," I mumbled and went back in.

I felt annoyed, but decided to get over it.

It's a straight boys' world. Love it or leave it, I told myself.

I sat down and flicked through the pages of a random sports magazine until I saw through the window that Cameron was leaving. He was exchanging bro-fists with Jesse.

Jesse came in and closed the door. He went right into business.

"You know Ritch, I've been seeing Joanne for two weeks now, but she hasn't put out for me yet. Last night she let me feel her tits and ass and she rubbed my dick through my jeans," Jesse declared and visualized the action by rubbing his crotch.

"She got me all hot and hard but that was it. Not even a hand job."

"So I am horny as fuck. And that's why you are here, Ritch-man."

I smiled at him.

"I'm here, Jesse."

Then I remembered the boxers in my backpack.

"And I got your boxers, I washed them for you."

Jesse chuckled.

"You can keep them."

I was puzzled.

"What? You told me to..."

A wide grin appeared on Jesse's face.

"I keep buying boxers and throwing them away all the time. I just wanted to see if you would really wash them for me."

I felt pissed and my face must have shown it.

"Aww, come on Ritch. You can take a practical joke, can't you," Jesse said as if comforting a child.

Then he gave me a mischievous smile.

"And I might give you these," he said lowering his jeans a little with his thumbs.

I could see light blue Abercrombie boxer briefs with a white waistband.

Jesse truly was a master in pulling my strings. He could piss me off one second and make me happy in the next. I couldn't help smiling.

Jesse lifted his finger, Obama-like.

"But only if I'm satisfied with you today".

"I'll do my best, Jesse."

Jesse lifted his arms towards the ceiling and stretched his taut body.

"But first I gotta take a shower."

"Wait." I stood up and moved close to him.

"You don't need a shower, Jesse."

"Sure I do. I've been skating in the sun all day and I'm fucking sweaty. Cam told me I stink."

Jesse was still stretching his arms up, so I leaned over and pressed my face in his armpit. He had grown some hair there again and it tickled my nose.

I took a deep breath and filled my nostrils with the strong scent of Jesse's sweat.

Yeah, Jesse's sweat. I wish I could store it in little bottles and sell them online. Fags all over the world would buy them at a high price just to get a whiff of a sweaty young skater dude. And I would sell Jesse's crotch sweat to the richest homos on the planet for ten thousand bucks a spoonful. I would become a billionaire.

"You smell good, Jesse." I said.

Jesse laughed.

"You've really turned yourself into a full scale pervert, Ritch. I like that."

I tried to grab his t-shirt to strip it off him, but Jesse interrupted me.

"No, Ritch," he said.

He had a determined look on his young face.

"Not this time."

"Last time I let you undress me and lick my legs and shit and I liked it. But this time you are here to give me a blowjob."

"And I'm in charge now. Got it?"

"Got it, Jesse. You're in charge."

He stripped off the muscle tank and dropped it on the floor. He looked really hot standing there shirtless, wearing only tattered jeans and white no-show socks, his dark hair covered by a backward baseball cap.

Jesse stepped really close to me and looked me straight in the eyes. He was three inches taller than me so I had to look up to meet his gaze.

I could see an animal in those dark-blue eyes, a predator measuring his prey.

Jesse leaned closer. I could feel his hot breath in my ear.

"Get on your knees, faggot," he whispered.

I sank to my knees.

Jesse ran his fingers through my hair. He spoke to me in a soft voice, soothingly.

"I want you to make me feel really, really good today, Ritch. Will you do that for me?"

"Yeah, Jesse. I will."

"Good. You may open my jeans now, Ritch."

I felt nervous and my fingers shook a little as I unbuckled Jesse's belt. Then I opened the top button of his jeans and slid the zipper down carefully, revealing the light blue boxers. I stared at the Abercrombie logo right in front of my eyes.

"Do you like these boxers, Ritch?"

I nodded.

"Yeah, I like them very much."

Jesse kept petting my hair.

"I've been skating in them all day. Would you like to have them?"

"Yeah. I'd like that very much, Jesse."

"Tell me why you'd like to have them."

I swallowed.

"Because they smell of you, Jesse."

He chuckled and grabbed my hair.

"Well, why don't you smell them then."

Jesse pulled my face into his crotch. I could feel his cock getting hard under the soft, thin cotton. The zipper of his jeans was scratching my cheek. I inhaled the strong musky aroma.

Jesse pulled my head back.

"If I'm satisfied with you today, I'll let you have them."

Jesse lowered his boxers and jeans below his balls. His cock sprang straight out. It was almost completely hard, glistening with sweat.

"Give it a kiss, Ritch."

I kissed the underside of Jesse's cock.

"Again."

I obeyed and gave Jesse's cock a wet kiss.

"Lick it."

I started to lick Jesse's sweaty shaft. I could feel it harden under my tongue.

"Keep licking."

I licked Jesse's shaft maybe a dozen times. Finally he took a hold of my chin.

"Time to open up, cocksucker."

I opened my mouth as Jesse slid his cock inside.

The skin of Jesse's cock felt warm and silky in my mouth. It had the familiar sweaty taste.

I realized right there that Jesse's cock belonged in my mouth. And servicing it was my duty and privilege.

Jesse pushed his cock deeper, surprisingly gently. Then he pulled back again to let me breathe.

Jesse pushed his cock in my mouth again. I could see that my cucumber practice had been really valuable, as I could easily take about five inches without gagging.

The remaining three inches would be crucial to my success as Jesse's cocksucker.

Jesse started to pull out again, but this time I put my hands on his firm, hairless buttocks and pulled him closer so that his cock sunk deeper into my throat. I took a deep breath, eased my throat muscles and let Jesse's cock sink in all the way until my lips and nose met his short pubic hair.

I eased my grip on Jesse's buttocks and let his cock slid slowly out again. I kept my lips wrapped tight around the shaft all the time to give him maximum pleasure.

Jesse's cock was now well lubed with my spit and slid easily in and out.

Jesse wasn't being that gentle with me anymore, as I had shown him what I was able to do for him. He took a strong hold of my head and started to fuck my face.

Jesse panted heavily and spoke to me, keeping pace with his thrusts.

"Holy... fuck... why didn't... you tell me... what... an awesome... cocksucker... you are."

"I would've... fucked... your... fag... face... sooner."

I glanced up. Jesse had his eyes half closed. His tight body was covered in sweat despite the air-conditioning. Every muscle in his body seemed to be working hard to maximize the power of his fucking.

Jesse looked so unbelievably hot towering over me, radiating youth and raw power, that I creamed my pants right there, kneeling at his feet with his cock pumping my mouth.

Jesse lasted surprisingly long, considering he had been extra horny. He fucked my face mercilessly for maybe eight minutes. I could feel his sweat dripping on me.

Finally I felt Jesse's butt muscles tighten. They felt rock hard in my palms.

"Here... it... comes... get... ready."

The first load of Jesse's sperm filled my mouth. I had tasted his sperm before, but now it was fresh and warm. I loved every drop of it.

Then he shot two more loads. I tried to swallow between the spurts, but my mouth filled with Jesse's cum and I could feel it dripping down my chin.

Jesse kept my head in his strong grip until he had emptied all of his semen in my mouth. Then he eased his hold and let his cock slip out.

A final drop of slime was hanging from the tip of his cock, so I stuck my tongue out and lapped it in my mouth.

Jesse let go of my head. He pulled his boxers and jeans up and collapsed on his bed.

We were silent for a while, me still on my knees on the floor.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was awesome."

"Thanks, Jesse."

Jesse looked at me and smiled kind of sheepishly, which was totally uncharacteristic of him.

"I hope you didn't mind the rough ride, Ritch. Calling you cocksucker and all."

"I didn't mind, Jesse. You treated me good. And I suppose I am a cocksucker now."

Jesse laughed.

"Yeah, I guess you are. And a damn good one."

He stood up, his jeans still open.

"I'm gonna have my shower now," he said and pulled his jeans down. He kicked his legs free from the jeans and flung them away with his foot.

Jesse stripped his boxers off and held them in his hand.

"You did good today, Ritch," he said and tossed them on the floor in front of me.

I picked the boxers up.

"Thanks, Jesse."

Jesse bent down effortlessly to remove the white sport socks. He got up and rolled them into a ball.

"Here, take these too."

He threw the sock-ball to me. I caught it mid-air.

"Thanks."

"You can let yourself out," Jesse said and headed towards the bathroom.

Less than 30 minutes later I was laying on my bed, holding Jesse's boxers on my face.

I inhaled the scent of Jesse and went through my first cocksucking experience in my mind. I remembered the way Jesse looked when he stood over me and pumped his cock in my mouth.

But for some reason, right before I shot my load, I saw the image of Cameron, shirtless, grinning cockily at me.

To be continued?

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